She introduced herself to me, her name was Tammy. She was an aspiring female professional golfer."I know who you are." She said. "I recognize you from... television!" She became excited and asked for my autograph. I signed her visor and she thanked me. "I get off at six, um, would you be interested in, um, watching me hit some balls. I would love some pointers from a top TOUR professional like you. Then maybe we could grab a bite?"I thanked her for the offer, but told her I had my daughter and her. “If you can take a cock down your throat and up your cunt, you can have one up your arse, you slut.”He flung her onto the bed, turned her over on her front, and lifted her thighs so her arse was wobbling in front of him.“If you hadn’t fucked so many guys that your cunt’s like a fucking wellington boot, I wouldn’t have to do this,” he gasped, pressing his rock-hard cock against the dark pucker of her sphincter.Arabella clutched the bedclothes in her hands and began to wail melodramatically, “Not. And I wasn't planning on taking those off anyway. I decide to tuck the skirt in my legs, and I tug it out of its rolls so quickly that I nearly tear the fabric. I manage to tuck it in tight in the front and the back before I can't take it anymore. I feel the warmth spread across my panties, slowly at first. The piss trickles down my legs slowly, making my skirt slightly darker where it's tucked in. I turn around and face the mirror, watching the pee's path down my legs to tarnish the previously. I again started screaming into my gag and thrashed and tossed as much as I could with the weight of the bear’s body lying on top of me. I was just about to the point of total hysteria when a quiet voice asked, “Are you OK?” A young, handsome face daubed with camouflage paint leaned over me and continued. “I had to wait for him to be high enough so the head shot wouldn’t go through him and into you.” I could see that he was dressed in hunter’s camouflage pants and a camo hunting jacket as.